roses and lilies

Sister Ying's mother was out of danger, lying quietly in the bright and spacious high-ranking ward, served by two nurses carefully, one wiped the old man's back with a wet towel, and the other blew on a spoon while giving the old man Feed water.The old man's ruddy face was stretched and kind.This kind of treatment was something she had never enjoyed before. In the memory of the old man, the nurses were cold and arrogant. These holy angels in white would only humbly let them go when the doctor appeared, and treated the patients lukewarmly at best. A word of caution, when you are in a bad mood, let alone take care of patients, even infusions and injections are not taken lightly.These two nurses are really different today. Their hands are gentle and virtuous, and they are skilled and just right. They are more professional than nurses, and more targeted than nannies.

The old man thought that she would never see this wonderful world again. It was the expectant eyes of these relatives that pulled her back from death. She wanted to live with her relatives, especially her beautiful daughter. Watching my daughter put on a white wedding dress and step into the sacred wedding hall with the Prince Charming in my heart.

Sister Ying felt that her mother was awake, and was in a daze, thinking that something was wrong for the old man, and asked repeatedly: "Mom, how do you feel?" I won't see you again." She choked up as she spoke, and Sister Ying lay beside her mother and began to cry sadly.The nurses hurriedly comforted: "Auntie is out of danger. This is a happy thing. Why are you and your wife crying?" While talking, they took a tissue from the table and handed them to wipe their tears.